It is sun beams like this one that reminds you of the so many trips from Jalingo to Wukari.

From Wukari to Jalingo are mostly evening arrivals.

Sun beams like this one that rays through building alleys and casted shadows of tall buildings on the brick roads of Victoria Island.

Churchgate street, steaming empty as the mild sun’s degrees rising.

Third October the year 2022, a public holiday, if not, Mondays are beast of activities.

Beams like this one when we leave Jalingo and wheel towards Iware, after Sibre and on reaching the whitish First Referral Hospital at Mutum-biyu.

Oh my dear, I don’t think you wholly love those pictures of returning to the stomach of the lovely cauldron.

The podium where J.B Ladan stood with elegance and professionalism.

Where Mr. Pindar tore my boot cut with scissors and attitude and told us of how a bucket of money can only afford a palm-sized loaf in Robert Mugabe’s Zimbabwe of 2009.

With his usual white Kaftan he stood by the door of SS3A2.

Now sitted in front of Babalakin& Co, setting my sight on a gardener tending the purplish, greenish and yellowish flowers beside Total Energies building.

The sun came beaming mild and I thought what a poetry if I refused writing it.

On and off my routes in gripping record.

The woven destination of mirrorless reflections.

Gangba, who studied Biology Education at the Taraba State University, was born in Kano State, but had his upbringing in Jalingo, Taraba State.